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The room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft rhythm of his hand against his cock. His eyes closed, he imagines the gaze of an unseen observer, their breath hitching as they watch him pleasure himself. He takes his time, his hand working his length with expertise, feeling the blood pulse beneath his skin. The tension in his body builds, his muscles tightening as he fights the urge to let go, to give in to the release that's so close. The game of edging continues, a dance between denial and gratification.